One day as a queen Glowing face crochet blissful Reap a joyous goal

Carrying the wings given by her father, Will she be able to fly in another sky? Wishing to make another perfect world, but leaving her

Title of poem: Ultimately ME..a bride to be.. Individuals will be declared officially as couples in a day by ceremony..is that perfect ? Oh..the bride

I was a pampered child and excessively I cried, I enjoyed to ride my toy car and it was fun to glide. Dad didn’t like

She looked gorgeous in the intricately embroidered silk lehenga and her bridal look was accentuated even more by the matching red dupatta, adorned with golden

Brought up as a princess free as the bird Loved by everyone, ne’er a harsh word heard She dreams to breathe easy Liberated at will

The church bell rang in the distance. They invited them to a wedding mass. Another young girl in a white wedding dress she built her

Dreams of a bride are beautiful fantasies ,soft & delicate like a blooming bud,to be handled with care & softly- having shades of a colourful

“What would a bride dream? She dreams a safe home not a palatial Vila , security of everlasting love and not overflowing wealth and strength